Is It Poetry
The Devil - Poem by Is It Poetry
Playing against the devil;
A pact with you I made,
never to forget,
turned out each face to face.
Still a child,
am I to remain untill you die.
Looking in your drawers,
all I found were smiley faces.
Four pink ones at that,
where there should be only one.
Smelling moth balls, the rest I opened.
The drawers are all filled with cotton.
Once it may have been of candy,
or being some such or others,
wild full willed dreams.
But untill you die, i must remain here
as a child.
Looking out from the bottom of all
those clouds I see floating by.
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